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  Mar 18 Abbott J Hardison
Khoisan
I
can feel the darkness
encrouch upon my loveness
toward
the
lightness
my mind wonders off
as
in a dream
I
speak to you as I think of us.
In
my reality
I
want to take you
there
simply turn on the light
if you think
this is
a
nightmare
.
Look upon light as overwhelming darkness
.
The weeds in our garden
Grew as fast as the pile
Of your unreplied letters
Such a sad race to behold...
REPOST. Written in sep/24.
Dazzling eyes tells a million stories.
A beautiful wide smile hides her worries.
Standing in the ball,
Feeling ever so small.

Eyes drift to the prince,
And for a second, she was convinced,
That behind that kind, charming demeanour,
Lies something like her: a dreamer.
An ode to one of my earlier poems, 'The Prince'
you are the moonflower,
and the sweet fragrance
of night blooming jasmine.

the mysterious, magical beauty
of a single night.

It is the passionate night that holds you.

nothing lives forever,
not the stars scattered in the skies
nor the sadness reflected in your eyes.

hold my hand, blue flower.
hold my wistful heart
tangled and intimate
in our distant romance.

the oak trees rustling in the wind.
there is something cold in the air...
the fleeting bloom of the night's flower.

oh, flower of the night,
the night will never release you.

a solitary tear falls. I draw the shades.
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